I never like feeling sick. Who does, right? I rarely get sick. And by sick, I mean, down and out, puking the guts out, chills, fever, and taking naps. I puke when I am pregnant, I don't take naps and it is rare for me to pull myself outta life's game.
I gave in today. Jax and I are both sick. REALLY sick. Nothing is helping us and I finally had to admit that I was failing at trying to heal us both, while taking care of the Binky and Pudgie and the main squeeze. I even admitted how bad I felt and slept the entire day away last week... yep last week. I am going on 12 not so-deliciously long and sick filled days. Now Jaxi is right there with me. (I gotta admit, we both faked it pretty well for Superbowl Sunday, big mistake though)
I broke down and took us both to urgent care today. I almost had to carry my 120 pound baby in there. We have the exact same symptoms. We have the exact same pains. We now have the exact same 4 medications each. Dang it. Tommy, Jax, Brinkley and I were all beyond sick at the same time last year. I must be doing something really wrong around here for this to keep happening.....
In the 3 days since we had all our company, our house looks like a tornado hit it. I can't keep up with the dishes, laundry, baths, tooth brushing, anything. My head is killing me, Jax's is killing him, Pudgie sounds like a little seal when he coughs and Binky just wants out of the house. Poor kids. Poor Tommy.
Times like this makes me feel so guilty. Tommy is still getting dinner every night... but let's face it, chicken quesadillas and chicken pitas aren't rocket science. Brinkley just keeps heating up her chicken strips, for breakfast and dinner. Pudgie and I are on the water and apples diet. Throw in the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every now and then and viola, we have gourmet sick days going on.
Keepin the fingers crossed tomorrow is better. We are hoping the steroids and Z-packs and all the other little concoctions our doc supplied us with, have us up and around. Sleeping the day away really sucks, no matter how good it sounds.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
....Guilt
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Wednesday, February 11, 2009
JACKPOT....
and not one I am proud to win.
After trying our best to get to feeling better, we packed everyone up and went to urgent care today. Nothing has worked and we are at the end of the whole orange juice and Tylenol rope.....
It is frightening to hear that your family has
Tonsilitis
Bronchitis (it is bad when they asked if Tommy smokes)
Pre-pneumonia
Strep
Sinusitis
Pre-ear infection with massive fluid build up and
Upper Respritory infections
Not the best jackpot to hit but at least we know we have an amazing urgent care facility down the road that will fill the prescriptions on site and it was quick.
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Sunday, February 8, 2009
Dare I say it...
Just when you think things can not get any worse....
We have all been extremely sick the past two weeks. Everyone except for Brinkley is coughing up their lungs and wishing their heads would just explode so the pain would just go away. Poor Pudgie's started almost two weeks ago, mine started on Monday of last week, Jax's was Tuesday morning and Tommy was Tuesday afternoon.
I was hoping to see a slight improvement today.
Wishful thinking.
I woke up with ears that were draining and another headache to end all headaches,
Jax's eyes were almost swollen shut from the pain of his headache and coughing.
Pudgie has not eaten in almost two weeks and just keeps saying, Mommy..Pudgie sick. I want to sleep on the couch." The boy has not been out of pajamas in 12 days.
To top it off, Tommy has been so sick that this morning when he was finally able to get out of bed, he got so light-headed (or actually fainted, we can't confirm or deny it) that he slipped going down the first flight of stairs causing him to crash down onto the landing. Thankfully he barely missed Jaxi, who was right in front of him, and he missed my glass, 3 foot tall, candle lanterns in each corner of the landing.
Something has got to give here. I am out of Lysol and bleach. Poor Tommy just keeps asking for a piano to be dropped on his head to help with the pain.
I am pretty sure that is not an option!
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